" In point of fact, Lenny thought that this last statement was probably true. But she honestly wondered if this strange new guy on the scene would spe...ak to her or merely grunt and scratch at his underarms.In truth, Imenlo did neither. He looked at the young blonde woman for several minutes, then began to undress himself hastily."Just a fucking minute!" protested the hesitant Lenny. "I usually get paid for my services." Of course," Masters McClain bent over his and produced an ornate looking. Many had been the stories Gwen's grandfather had wove about the Lake of Dreams, stories which she had dismissed (as she had most of the tales she loved) as the fantastic imaginings of an old man's mind, though in this instance, the same stories were told by others in the village as well. It was said that unwary travelers to the lake--particularly those who came upon its shores at night--would hear the sirens calling them, entrancing them to enter the inviting waters which would enfold them like. She breathes faster and faster as the orgasm builds….and then stops. She growls around Jean-Luc’s fingers and glares at him. He laughs softly. “Ah, Cherie, I’m sorry. I’ve teased you enough, it seems. Open your mouth.” Dominique opens her mouth wide as Jean-Luc slowly extracts his fingers, caressing her tongue and lips on the way out. He slides his wet hands over her body, caressing her tender breasts, feeling the soft skin of her stomach. He reaches to the blindfold and picks it up to put back. Fucking broads don't know how to take care of themselves."He laughed and told her to turn around to look at his shitty cock and she did. A wave of revulsion swept over her, as she gazed at his shit streaked cock. She lay there helplessly, as he taunted her. His cock looked like a red sausage covered with brown streaks. Then he told her to take his cock into her mouth. "You can clean it up now."She wanted to die. "Please..."He laughed and reminded her about Cindy. "You do whatever I want, or.